[She'd fucked him, slapped him, yelled at him, and they were both still drunk on alcohol that was more potent than it had any right to be. Lying down didn't seem the best idea. Not when she'd have to wake up and look at him in the morning. He'd be bruised. From her. And she didn't want to see that.]
I'm leaving. The room's yours for the rest of the night. Try not to fuck it up more than it already is.
[She bent down and pulled on her pants, shirt tugged on after and she looked around for her boots.]
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I'm leaving. The room's yours for the rest of the night. Try not to fuck it up more than it already is.
[She bent down and pulled on her pants, shirt tugged on after and she looked around for her boots.]